Moving Day 2: The Actual Move

As predicted, the stress was gone this morning. Mostly because Gavin decided to be ahead of schedule and woke up at quarter to six. I have never been one to want to crawl back into bed, but lately it seems it is all I'd rather be doing. Since our coffee got packed along with the honey (we didn't specifically say don't pack any food you come across), I figured Gavin and I could just go to the coffee shop. The baristas remarked at how awake he was, putting all us early-rising veterans to shame.

After Gavin set the early tone, the movers arrived fifteen minutes ahead of schedule. Following a quick tour of items to be packed, they went to work hauling boxes downstairs and wrapping up the furniture. I was excited to watch everything leave, except for when a few boxes fell off the cart -- at least it appeared to be boxes without breakable stuff. Still, knowing that we were getting one step closer to the moment when we step over the threshold of our new home became a satisfied relief -- transformed from yesterday's near nervous breakdown.

The activity of moving was not as intense or hectic as the packing, but Grammy gladly took her grandson out for yet another local adventure to help him avoid the crankies. Gavin made his second appearance of the day in one of the three neighborhood Starbucks. This time, however, he slept in the Shrine of Caffeine. Once he finished his nap, somehow he coerced Grammy into buying him yet another book. You might think to yourself "Wow, what a bookworm!", but in reality, these are just pretty chew toys to Gavin.

Before the wandering duo returned, I got a call I had been waiting for all morning from the driver responsible for carting our belongings across the country. We had several items in a self-storage facility and I had to let them in. It was good to meet the driver in person -- I feel better knowing he can put a face to all those items he is truckin' cross-country, even if it makes no difference to him. We chatted about our hometowns, his being in the Denver area and mine, as the driver put it, in "The Queens". I got a real kick out of calling home, "The Queens". His question was phrased something like this, "So, Jeff...are there any good neighborhoods in The Queens? I had a job once in a bombed-out neighborhood and had to pull a Rule 14-111." Note, I am pretty sure I am making up the rule he quoted, but you get the idea.

So today is over, our stuff is gone, and we are feeling that Rocky Mountain High. It is a complete 180 from how yesterday's emotions ran. Now we are looking forward to wrapping up all the last minute items, sealing the deal at the closing, and making our exit from NYC next week.